sing me a song tonight

blue guitar  

The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green
They said, 'You have a blue guitar,
You cannot play things as they are.'

The man replied, 'Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar.'

And they said then, 'But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are.'

- blue guitar, wallace stevens


son, play me a memory
i'm not sure how it goes
but its sad and its sweet and i knew it complete
when i wore a younger man's clothes